"Are we having fun yet?"

Highlights from the last TWO days:

1. My darling daughters decided to wear party dresses! This is fun, I like it when they actually want to look cute....but we were only going to the YMCA and Fred Meyer. Oh well, they adorned their party dresses and tights. I so wish I would have taken a picture, my description will NOT do it justice.
Ellie: Big, poofy, red, black and white plaid silky dress with polka-dot brown, pink and green tights with princess tennis shoes. Lookin' good!
Danielle: A spring/summer sundress that is a size 24months (way too small) that's yellow with lots of little flowers on it. Half of her diaper clad bum was hanging out along with some nice brownish/whitish tights (they're supposed to be white) with flowers on them with princess tennis shoes. This is so not doing it justice, bare with me....they're dressed like they're color blind. BUT I am choosing my battles, and this one is so not worth it.

We ate breakfast (oatmeal all down both of them and their dresses) and took Brayden to school. Went to the Y and then had to go pick up my nephew from school. We had about 30 minutes so I went to FM and got a prescription and stopped at the bank in the store. We had to walk past the hallway where the bathroom is. Of course Ellie said, "I have to go potty." She has to go potty at every public restroom in the city. Ok, let's go potty. We walked in the bathroom and E bee lined it to a small stall. There are about 4 old ladies in the bathroom as well. (The old folks home dropped a bus load off). I said, "Ellie we all need to go into the big stall so I can help you so your dress doesn't fall in the toilet."

E: "NO, I want to do it by myself in here!" Then she slams the stall door in my face. Lovely, I love two year olds.

Me: "Ellie you need to come into this stall with us so you don't get your dress dirty." After much persuasion she finally crawled out on the nasty bathroom tile and joined us in the big stall. Yeah, her dress was in good shape, I'm so glad she decided to keep it clean. She walked into the stall and she and Dani fought over who got to lock the door. Mind you, they are both SCREAMING at the top of their lungs and pushing each other around the stall. They had to have had EVERY single germ possible on them. Meanwhile I can hear old lady snickers echoing in the bathroom in between my daughters screeches! We probably spent a good 3-5 minutes in the stall and E never did go potty. We exited and scrubbed hands and I had to physically pick both of them up to haul them out of the bathroom. They are still shrieking and screaming and flailing, snot is flying and I am trying oh so hard to not FREAK OUT. The older people were so nice, I got such helpful comments:

"Oh, someones not happy." (In my head: oh are you sure? Thanks for clearing that up for me, I was so confused).

"WOW, you've got your hands full." (Yeah, and I'm about to drop both of my children on the ground, they weigh 30 pounds each, can you get out of my way?)

"Are we having fun yet?" (I have to say, I do enjoy a few good temper tantrums in public with the whole retirement home watching! That is my idea of a party!)

Wow, that was a long number one, I may not be able to go through my whole list.....

2. A fun thing with Brayden right now is that he is growing up so fast! Good and bad:
Good: He loves to help me, he is really wanting to do chores and take on responsibilities, he really likes to write and make lists (just like me), it has been so fun watching him mature and step it up. He is also getting up in the mornings and playing quietly and putting waffles in the toaster for himself and his sisters! LOVE IT!

Not so good: Along with this helping thing, he is trying to become more and more independent. I walked out of the shower this morning to find my curtains, blinds and window open (it was 38 degrees) for the whole street/neighbor to see. GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! He also has tried to haul a whole gallon of milk up from the garage fridge, open it and pour a glass of milk. These gallons are a little too heavy for this tough guy, resulting in lots of milk EVERYWHERE! He also seems to be turning into a tween way too early. When did my sweet boy stop thinking I was the best thing ever? I have caught him with some eye rolling, exasperated sighs, and down right evil looks. (I know this is partly my fault. I do give a mean glare, I need to keep that in check).

On Monday morning he came in my room and said with attitude, "MOM, I don't have any clean pants for school." I was thinking, yes you do, they're in your drawer. Not so much. I took two days off from laundry and he was out of clothes. This is because he goes through multiple outfits a day, he doesn't like to be dirty. So he was really pleased when I told him to grab a pair out of the hamper and put them on. (They weren't even dirty, just maybe a little smelly at this point). I then saw a brand new pair of jeans in the hamper.

I said, "Here put these on, these probably fit you now."
B (with attitude): "No, they need to be washed, they're too big."
Me: "Just try them on, they probably fit now."
B: "What don't you understand? I told you that they need to be washed so they will shrink. They're too big."

Yes, that came out of my 5 year olds mouth. Wow, we had a little talkin' after that one.....


3. Falling down the stairs, oh so gracefully....it was not pretty. I had just walked a client out the door, I turned around and caught the toe of my shoe on the landing and catapulted all the way to the bottom landing....it was loud and scary! (Everyone who knows me is not at all surprised by this incident, but it has been a while since I've done something this clumsy). I am lucky I only sprained/twisted my ankle, the way my day was going I thought for sure there would be more permanent damage. Thankfully there were no clients/parents waiting for me at the bottom. :) It turned out that my next client was late (which is very unusual for them), so I was able to shed a few tears and regain my composure. :) Of course the kids wanted to come down and see what all the commotion was about, and I had to send them away, I was hurting too much to deal with them. The bad part is I won't be able to go to tap class tomorrow! :(

4. After rushing through with my last client, I bolted to the YMCA for Brayden's swimming lesson. Low and behold 5 minutes into it, someone pooped in the pool! I just had to laugh. Clear the pool everyone to the showers! (yes, we pay for poop in the pool, we do not get a make-up session).

I didn't mean to write a novel and that was just a few of my highlights, the others will have to wait for another day.....or never.

Ahh, it is now 8:15 and I think I will be heading to bed and await a new, fresh day tomorrow. It's kindergarten registration morning, hopefully my luck will change and I'll have smooth sailing getting B into the AM class!